Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 298, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 April 1924 — Page 8

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KM.; N HKK.. <IA> The marriage of Dolly i'tivi N:?; I Bretherto.i proves an unhappy one. When war is declared Niyel is glad to enlist. He leaves Dolly in the care of Mary Furnival. Nigel is killed and Dolly marries an old sweetheart. Robert Durham. Dolly and Robert sail for America. leaving Mary in Dolly's flat. When Nigel's widow. Mary is ashamed to tell him of Dolly's marriage. David mistakes Mary for his brother's wife and asks her to come to live at Red Grange with h’m and his aunt. News comes to Mary of the sulking of the boat on vhich Do'iy and her husband left England. A young man who sees Mary's distress ofie.-s to go for news of the ship s passengers-** NOW GO ON WITH THE .STORY f n |HE told him sobbingly: I I “Mrs. Nigel Bretherton"; L—J then, remembering, hastily corrected herself. "I mean. Mrs. Robert Durham. Oh, she cannot, cannot be drowned ” "First reports are nearly always exaggerated." he sai.l quickly, with kind hopefulness. “And the Multane was "ot a very big steamer. She carried only a few passengers. I know. My brother came home front t ;e Arg- n tine on her last month. They may all be saved You must hope for the best." “Your mistress is wet through." he said. "See that she changes her clothes and give her something hot to drink.” Mary had already gone on into the flat.' She felt as if this last blow was more than she could hear; it seemed to crush her to the ground. She was sitting in dumb misery in the cosy sitting room when the small maid came in hurriedly with a steam ing cup of cocoa. "The gentleman said you were to drink this, miss, and that he’d lie hack as soon as he could. And your clothes so wet” She coaxed Mary to change and stood over her while she drank iht cocoa. “I don't suppose it's any of it true." she maintained stoutly. “You can’t believe a word of what them papers say." Mary had to smile in spite "f her "It’s only too true." -he -ai ; . "Something tells me it's only Dm true." CHAPTER XVII No Hope It seemed an eternity till a rtng at the bell broke the silence. Mary BVEI SIXTY-EIGHT YEARS OF SUCCESS mm if! KHjpxe | Itched and Earned. Cuticura Healed. - ** I had eczema on my left hand for tome time. It broke out in a | grash and the skin became red *and acre. It, itched and burned so that I could not put my hand in water, and I was not able to use it very much. “A friend recom- • mended Cuticura Scap and Ointment ao I purchased some. In two days I could see a difference, and after using two cakes of Cuticura Soap and one box of Cuticura Ointment I was healed.” (Signed) Mrs. Hattie Moore, Galena, Mo. Use Cuticura for all skin troubles. rr by lull Art-Ire. --: "CaCcurm Litoratones. Copt. 3L, Mo’dor. 45, Ksr " evrrj-whe*-,Jso*p26c. OhJtmnt2S Tblcy.tt 25* SBF* Try otir new Shavin* St- k. Get Rid of Fat Where It Shows ')* you realize that nothing but good, ostantial food and plenty of it will ild muscular energy, and that you must at and eat properly in order to regain .ir stredkth ? Dieting weakens you and over-exercise ' res you because the former retards the lovelopment of muscular energy. and :!• latter consumes too much of it That is why jou l find the old-fashioned method of fat reduction such a hardship. Why not get rid of your excess fat in the harmless, scientific. easy way by taking a harmless Marmola Prescription Tablet after esa'h meal and at bedtime? Mar mola Prescription Tablet* arc prepared m exact accordance with the famous Marmola Prescription, are perfectly ... r,. M uee and have beer, used by hundr-ds of parsons in this country and Europe • ith wonderful success. Within a thort time you ran be getting rid of fat steadily and easily 1-11110111 starvation diet or tiresome exercise. Vou can be comfortable and you can ernov the food you like and want Even after taking off many pounds there will be no flabbiness vor wrinkles remaining. and you will feet 100 per cent better Good druggists the world over sell Marmola Prescription Tablets at one dollar for a case, or the Marmola Company 4fliU Woodward Avenue Detroit. Mich., will g'.idJy send them to you on receipt of pri cm— AdyerUaemen t. - ' -

i.erself w. hi 10 open the door. One glance at he face of the man who stood thvre in the wet night told her that there was but little to hope for. She gave a little gasp and leaned against the door with a feeling of sick giddiness. “It's—it‘s true?” she asked faintly. He answered reluctantly that he was afraid so. Os course, as yet details were not complete, but it was known that many ft the passengers were drowned. 1 He would not come in when Mary asked him to. but he said he fould be sure to iet her know if he heard anything further that night. "It is so kind of you," she told him. “I have no one else to help me. Will you—may I know your name?” ' He colored boyishly. “Evans —Henry Evans.” He hesitated. “And may I know yours?" he asked diffdently. "Mary—Mary Furnival.” She shook hands with him when he : left: she stood at the noo*- of 'be flat "WHAT SORT OF A WOMAN IS SHE’" SHE ASKED. looking after him till he had disappeared down the long flight of stone steps. ' Then she went back to the room, and cowered, shivering, over the tire. -Nigel dead; Dolly dead; Mary found herself wondering if. somewhere on the other side of the mystery we call death, husband and wife had met. • Such a few days had measured their separation, after all. and yet—yiey had never loved each other. She rose stiffly when the fire had quite died out and crept to bed. Directly she woke in ihe morning she thought of Hie papers. Surely the truth would lie known now! The little maid brought them to her. Mary opened them shaking fingers. But only last, night's news, with a few added details, was primed. But as the day dragged away further details crept out. A brief list of passengers and crew was published at the offices of the shipping company, where Mary, waiting wearily, hour after hour, watched the slowly added names with haggard eyes. Somehow all her anger and bitterness against Nigel's wife was vanishing—wiped out by the merciless hand of Death. And then she saw her name, and that of the man she had married, go up at the end of that short, incom pleteU list: "Durham (or Dunham), 1 Mr. and Mrs. Robert—drowned." She never knew how she got out of the office. She felt as if she were walking in space. For the moment Mary's heart was dead and incapable of further suffering. She felt as if she had reached the end of her tether of endurance, and nothing mattered any more. There were letters waiting for her when she got back to the fiat, but she let them lie on the table unopened. She had forgotten David Bretherton and her own miserable in decision in the horror of this fresh tragedy.

It wis only hours after their arrival that Mary opened those letters. One was a brief acknowledgment from the owner of the flat in reply to her own intimation that-she wished to leave: and the other—Mary turned It over ■dully. She did not know the writing: but the postmark— Her heart beat a little faster as she saw that. She broke open the flap. The raper was expensive, and em bossed with a beading—“ The Red Grange” , “My dear child" (it began)—"David tells me that he has asked ou to come here atul live with us. so I am just writing to assure you of my very hearty welcome, both for your own sake and dear We will both do otir very best to make you happy, and try and help you forget your sorrow. "Come as soon as ever you like. I am having Nigel’s room prepared for you. * I thought you would like to have it "Perhaps you have not heard of me. but from what David- has told me of you, I am sure we shall grow to love each other, and such is my sincerest wish. , "Bel eve me. my dear child, “Yours affectionately. < ’’Nigel’s Aunt Florence.” Aunt Fin: cnee! Nigel had spoken of her so oft<?’>. He had loved her dear,y. l*h\v goo ', of her to write! So they really wanted her! There was something in the simple warmth (ft the letter that felt like kindly hands outstretched to grasp her own. Nigel's room! How dear of them to think of that! But, of course, it could never be. Now she would have to finish that letter >*David which she had begun only yesterday, and tell them the truth. She folded the letter from the Red Grange, and thrust it out of her sight in a hlotter. She resolutely walked from the room, determined to forget it. But the insidious voice of temptation walked with her, 'whispering, always: "Why not? Why not?” CHAPTER XVIII An Experiment jMoiitaguc Fisher and David Breth , erton had kjta friends ever since their

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schooldays, when Fisher had "fagged" for Bretherton. adored him as a younger boy will sometimes look up to and make a hero of an elder who s more brilliant and popular than himself. When Bretherton came into the inheritance and rent-roll of Red Grange one of the first things he did was to look up his old friend—then it young lawyer, but just beginning to feel his wav—and hand over his affairs for B'isrher to deal with. ! L was him that ££jgfil&.

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generous allowance had been paid while David was abroad, through him that the estates had been administered during their owner’s abeense. But the old friendship between >he two men still existed in spite of thenbusiness relations, and Fisher had been genuinely delighted to see David again. He was thinking of him one morning as he sat in his office signing letters that had been prepared for hint by his typist. Li' the ear ft/ post he had heard

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from David to the effect that he had arranged for his brother’s widow to come to Red Grange. “ \ We can but see how it works" (so he wrote). "Aunt Florence is quite willing for the experiment to be made.' She entirely agrees with me that we ought to do everything in our power to help her, now Nigel is gone . . . “It’s a mistake —I’m sure it’s a mistake,” Fisher said across the breakfast table to his sister. "David hasn’t seen the girl, and I have. I’m

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sure he’ll regret having taken stiah a step.” "He can always send her away,” said Dora idly. Nile was breakfasting in a loose teagown. and her hair was carelessly dressed. Now David was no longer in the j house, she had reverted to her usual rather slovenly habits. She yawned as she spoke. "What sort of a woman is she?” she asked, without muoh interest. Monty hesitated.

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“Well, I dare say you’d call her pretty—in a common sort of style," he said hesitatingly. "She's got rather good hair, -reddish-sort of color —Oh, yes, she's decide ity I'.ef-ty. But there's something cheap about her. I don't know if it's her clothes of her manners, hut I'm sure that she won’t suit David for long." “I shouldn’t think David would suit her, either. If she's what you describe. She’ll find the Red Grange dull, and David uninteresting.” Monty laughed rather ruefully.

SATURDAY, APRIL 26, 1921

—By MARTIN

—By TAYLOR

“If she does, she’ll be too clever to (ft him know it. She struck me a being the sort of woman who would sell her soul for money and luxury. Oh, no! I should say she’ll settle herself there quite permanently. It's a pity. T told David what I thought about it; but you know what he is once he gets an idea into his head. He seems to imagine he’s got a very strong duty towards this girl—a duty which might well be discharged with an allowance, I should have thought,’’ (Continued in Our Next Issue)